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    The Final Resolution

    I was discouraged at therapy that my face was hideousNo one knew a sinner unless they looked at their fatherThe mother of your sons biological abortionLike a pistonLike a slug waiting to eat saltDisintegration of the molten force underneath...

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    • Powerfully penned, Keith. This is classic you my friend. The Dr. Seuss of horror. I’ve missed you brother. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • This poem is raw and fearless. The line about the father hit especially hard – it carries so much weight and truth. The imagery throughout is visceral and powerful, like a scream turned into poetry.

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    The Obliging Neighbor

    This morning I just looked out my windowAccross the streetI saw my neigbor place a gun to his dog's headHe blew the dog's brains out all over the placeHe walked calmly back into the houseA few moments laterHe dragged...

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    The Heart is Just Twilight

    Place my orphan heart inside the jewels of your oceanic dress every tide could just be bikini may the last Wednesday wave keep you wet forever Where were youwhen my spine was a crushed novellaawaiting the librarian delicate touchto place me on her bookshelf? How...

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    • Strangely brilliant.

      • I’ll settle for strangely beautiful. Thank you Peter. In poetry and cyber kindness. Rob

    • The tension between digital distance and primal yearning – between the “computer screen” and “bones falling out of pillows”
      – is utterly captivating. The imagery is beautiful and sensual, a collision of technology and raw desire.

      • Where the hell did you sail from? Let’s board a pirate ship and plunder & plunder, until there is nothing left but words hand-scratched on the Titanic.

        Written since the womb really (apologies – that sounds so fucking pretentious) but as the decades tumble, if I can touch such beautiful souls then let that be my linguistic epitaph. Rob – never ever call me Bob. Lol

    • Outstanding.

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